Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.